It's amusing to cast my mind back now to those days before I came out. Those are the days when I had not even come out to myself yet. As a teenager, I had a life-size cardboard cut-out of the siren that be Angelina Jolie at the end of my bed. She watched over me for years, as I slept, dreamed, cried and fantasised about my face in her bosom. Behind her hung and swung my blood-red-coloured punchbag; I loved so very much to hit, punch and kick.